Snails. We step on them, the French eat 'em. quel difference. However as an intrepid explorer I feel it is my duty to try these things so one plate of Escargots de Bourgogne en Coquille was duly ordered. The waiter presents you with a set of cutlery that looks like a pair of eyelash curlers and a minature pitchfork for a tiny devil.
Then the snails arrive in their shell and I remeber what en Coquille means.
The eyelash curlers are used to hold the shell firm whilst the pitchfork digs out the encephaloid (sp) that has been roundly basted with butter aux fin herb.
How does it taste? A bit like garlicy chewing gum, that is to say, delicious.
Took a stroll by the seine after dinner just soaking in the atmosphere. There's something special and different about being IN Paris. Espically on lune de miel!
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